Upset

To say that I’m upset would be an understatement

You told me that you were frustrated with me

And didn’t know why

I sit here in an upset state

I begin to be ocd again

Picking at the scabs in my ears

Looking to smooth what is rough

Curling into a fetal ball

I close my eyes and begin to cry

I couldn’t sleep last night because

You were upset with me

Now I’m upset with me too

And it’s different the emotions that come

When you are mad or sad with someone else

Then when you are upset with yourself

The tears fall much slower

And there’s no help to get over how you feel

You just sit there and pull yourself apart by the strings

I did that last night

This morning you are still upset with me

stitches

Stitches on the map
Tell tales of love and loss
The little lines weave together
Pulling on the tissues of my broken heart
Oh! If they could bring us too, back together
Stitches protecting the fragile nature of within
Lest my heart should
Tear open again

Stitches on the map
Run parallel to the journey
On which I go
The stitches running seamless with the land
Though our paths will never meet again

Thankful am I for the stitches that cross
Holding back the ruins of my broken heart
Reminding me everyday I go by
That there’s a man
I love
and on the stitches
he died

Resignation by Nikki Giovanni

I love you
 because the earth turns round the sun
 because the North wind blows north
   sometimes
 because the Pope is Catholic
   and most Rabbis Jewish
 because winters flow into springs
   and the air clears after a storm
 because only my love for you
   despite the charms of gravity
   keeps me from falling off this Earth
   into another dimension
I love you
 because it is the natural order of things

I love you
 like the habit I picked up in college
   of sleeping through lectures
   or saying I'm sorry
   when I get stopped for speeding
 because I drink a glass of water
   in the morning
   and chain-smoke cigarettes
   all through the day
 because I take my coffee Black
   and my milk with chocolate
 because you keep my feet warm
   though my life a mess
I love you
 because I don't want it
   any other way.

I am helpless
 in my love for you
It makes me so happy
 to hear you call my name
I am amazed you can resist
 locking me in an echo chamber
 where your voice reverberates
 through the four walls
 sending me into spasmatic ecstasy
I love you
 because it's been so good
 for so long
 that if I didn't love you
 I'd have to be born again
 and that is not a theological statement
I am pitiful in my love for you

The Dells tell me Love
 is so simple
 the thought though of you
 sends indescribably delicious multitudinous
 thrills throughout and through-in my body
I love you
 because no two snowflakes are alike
 and it is possible
 if you stand tippy-toe
 to walk between the raindrops
I love you
 because I am afraid of the dark
   and can't sleep in the light
 because I rub my eyes
   when I wake up in the morning
   and find you there
 because you with all your magic powers were
   determined that
I should love you
 because there was nothing for you but that
I would love you

I love you
 because you made me
   want to love you
 more than I love my privacy
   my freedom   my commitments
     and responsibilities
I love you 'cause I changed my life
 to love you
 because you saw me one friday
   afternoon and decided that I would
love you
I love you I love you I love you

Daffodils by William Wordsworth

I wander'd lonely as a cloud

That floats on high o'er vales and hills,

When all at once I saw a crowd,

A host, of golden daffodils;

Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine

And twinkle on the Milky Way,

They stretch'd in never-ending line

Along the margin of a bay:

Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they

Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:

A poet could not but be gay,

In such a jocund company:

I gazed -- and gazed -- but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie

In vacant or in pensive mood,

They flash upon that inward eye

Which is the bliss of solitude;

And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

Daily

She hurts daily
so much more than you ever knew
and they fight weekly
the same fight every time
and it follows along the same lines
she cries on the hour,
yes, every hour of everyday
and every year they draw closer
he's killing her soul away

the underworld

Underneath the world
There’s a place
Where evil goes
to gently hide
Comes and leaves
As it would please
Satan himself

The world unfolds
Underneath the sky
The world is black
And doesn’t care
About sin or death

Underneath the sky
There’s you and I
Fighting for the
Right to stand up
Against evil
Fighting for the win
A fight we’ll die within

Underneath the world
When everything unfolds
There’s a place under the sky
Made perfect for you and I